Every time we go away, I always find an interesting door to take a picture of. There’s just something mystical about doors, particularly in old buildings – what’s behind them? Who has walked through them?
Despite my interest in doors, they haven’t yet inspired me to write a poem about these intriguing objects, so I turn it over to you. Pick a door, any door, and write whatever comes to mind. Maybe you’ll be taken by the wrought iron-clad door, found on a church in Oxfordshire, or by its plainer mate… Perhaps, like me, you’ll be intrigued by who used this small door by the side of a castle… Or maybe, you’ll be interested in the life here and now by those who live behind these colourful doors in Edinburgh. Poem or story, let the creativity flow – perhaps you’ll inspire me!